Comments on: Look! Gazpacho! Now, let’s talk about Michael and Farrah.

By: Michael Procopio

Michael Procopio — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 08:09:04 +0000

That summer of 1984, I was forced to learn the entire Thriller dance. At USA Cheer Camp. Thanks right, Cheer Camp. I never once dropped the Spirit Stick and I still remember key moves from that dance to this very day.

By: Susan

Susan — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 20:12:14 +0000

I can't believe someone else remembers Friday Night Videos! My cousin and I used to rewind Beat It endlessly . . . it's really sad how things ended up for MJ. It's really unbelievable. Thanks for sharing that terrific memory.

By: Lauryn

Lauryn — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 13:50:12 +0000

Wow, great story!! I went to a Michael Jackson concert in 1988 and ended up meeting him after the concert!! It was unreal!!!!

By: ben nguyen

ben nguyen — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 00:11:35 +0000

I can't wait to try this! For an extra twist, I'm going to use Tomato Herb (V8 Soup) instead of the 23 ounces of tomato juice http://www.campbellsv8soup.com/TomatoHerb.aspx

By: Dana McCauley

Dana McCauley — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 17:21:52 +0000

Fantastic story! Great looking gazpacho, too.

By: deborahlquinn

deborahlquinn — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 15:44:00 +0000

I had the same experience (radio station tickets, a lottery to win tickets) for the Rolling Stones, when I was 14. My brother is the one who told me about the contest and found my name on the winning list. Did I take him to the concert with me (I had won two tickets). Mmmm, NO. Is he still bitter, lo these many years later? YES. Maybe if I make him this gazpacho he will finally forgive me!

By: Susan

Susan — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 13:43:29 +0000

I live 2.5 miles from UCLA med center, but had no idea what was going on as I was at the beach with my three boys and three of their friends. On the way home, my car was so loud that turning on the radio seemed like a moot point. I loved Michael Jackson. When I was 13, our family was in Vegas with another family. My friends dad was a big gambler and basically, got what ever he wanted. The Jackson 5 were playing at we got front row seats. I sang along to every song and Jackie, Mikes older brother knew it. At the end of the show, he picked me up on stage and asked me to dance with he and Michael. Then the curtain closed and I was back stage with them. I am surprised I didn't pee in my pants.

Your blog is beautiful. So is your writing. Enjoy the day!

By: chocolate shavings

chocolate shavings — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 22:51:48 +0000

It's definitely a sad, sad day for the entertainment industry.

On a lighter note, that gazpacho looks delicious! I was thinking to trying Ina's recipe but was afraid the soup would taste too raw… if that makes sense? I was thinking of roasting tomatoes before chilling them with the rest of the ingredient. If you say it was delicious though, I should really give it a try!

By: geng

geng — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 21:24:01 +0000

Wow, what a great story. Just like you I hope he is remembered for the talented man that he is and not the controversy that he is surrounded with. The gazpacho looks scrumptious.

By: allison

allison — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:11:08 +0000

Great post! It's nice to read something so different from the current media frenzy. I'm a bit younger than you, so my Michael Jackson memories are very different. I do, however, remember watching MTV on my grandparents' bed when I was sleeping over at their house. I must have been about 8. My grandfather didn't understand "why we had to watch this program." My grandmother, on the other hand, kept shushing him, because, "I don't know how much I like that man, but he sure can dance!" (Grandma, now 81, still holds that no one could dance quite like Michael Jackson.)